“I was gonna play that song for you, you know.” jisu said, turning her head to look at you. her palms clenched the edge of the sink, fingers curling underneath the edge. her arms were cold with water, face dripping, skin sleak and shiny.

the night of the outbreak everything changed, both of your worlds were flipped upside down and spun around so many times you had both lost track. she turned her focus back to the sink, watching as the faucet dripped and tapped water against the white hard surface. the thought of admitting to you that she loved you was bad, but the thought of admitting she was scared of losing you was worse. it made her feel sick and dizzy.